my family.
But for weeks, I still did not know what to do.
Selling the house would have been practical. Rachel and I could have paid off our mortgage. We could have covered Emma’s college expenses and invested the rest.
Keeping it would have made sense too. Emma might have lived there someday. Rachel and I could have moved into it when we grew older.
But every morning, I looked across the yard and saw the empty porch.
The house was not merely a piece of property.
It was the